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It was definitely abstract. Kinda like this relationship we were in. It was brand-new and messy and a mix of different aspects of our lives. But also…perfect.

Chapter 16

Saber

It was a difficult decision, but I decided to hold off on having sex with Freddy a little bit longer. Everything was happening so quickly, and although I felt like I was keeping his best interest top of mind, I worried I was being a little bit self-serving.

So I slowed things down.

We spent the rest of the weekend cuddling and playing and experimenting orally and with our fingers, but no condoms were required.

The work week went quickly. I finished the UI improvements Freddy had asked for and deployed it into a test environment that we invited a few customers to play with.

They were extremely excited to see the upgrades, and I finally understood how satisfying programming could be. Having a real and tangible impact in a person’s business or their day-to-day job was awesome.

I was actually making an impact, even in my first few weeks on the job. That made each day fly by.

That, and the gorgeous view from my desk.

I still caught Freddy peeking up at me dozens of times throughout the day, but he caught me just as often. Who knew love could be so all encompassing.

Yes,love. That was the only word I could use to describe how I felt for him. What had started out as intrigue and attraction grew so quickly that neither of us could’ve prepared ourselves for the impact of our connection.

We had lunch together every day and dinner together every night. I stayed at his place long enough to tuck him in and give him milk to fall asleep, and then I headed home alone.

I’d only lived by myself for a few months since graduating and it was already getting old. I loved it at first, but now I wanted a particularly sweet and nerdy roommate to be at my side as often as possible.

At least we had the weekend.

When Friday finally rolled around again, I was ready. I picked up all the supplies we could need for the weekend together, regardless of where things went.

But Freddy had his own surprise in store for me.

He and I had lots of discussions during the week about the Daddy/Little dynamic and what that looked like for different people. I tried to make it clear that we would find our right dynamic in time and there was no pressure for him to try to be something that didn’t feel natural to him.

But as the studious boy he was, he dove into research. I could sense that some things were more interesting than others, but when I walked into his apartment on Friday evening with ramenand dumplings from one of my favorite Japanese restaurants, Freddy was wearing a cropped T-shirt and a diaper.

A fucking diaper.

I almost creamed my pants right there in his doorway. “Fuck, baby, you look gorgeous.”

He smiled. “Do you like this, Daddy?”

That had also become our new norm. In private, Freddy mostly called me Daddy, and I couldn’t get enough of it. His research helped him understand more about age regression, and he not only embraced it but wanted to explore every aspect of it.

Hence the train-covered diaper he was showing off to me.

“I love it.” I dropped my bags and placed my hands on his hips, loving the soft cotton against his silky skin. I let my finger tease just along the waistband. “So much.”

He grinned and ran his hand along the front bulge. “Me too. It feels a little funny, but I’ve been hard the whole time, so I think I like it.”

“Now Daddy’s gonna be hard the whole time we have dinner.”

He moved his hand over to my crotch, palming my growing length. “We could have dinner later while we take care of this right here.” He dropped to his knees and began to unzip my pants.

Freddy had become well-skilled in the art of a blowjob and knew exactly how I liked to be touched. I could have stood there for the few minutes it would take for him to get me off and then proceed with dinner as planned, but his courage in initiating so many new things was a sign that he was ready.

A sign I wasn’t going to ignore.

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